In the morning Matt gets examined again, and given one more round with the device that stimulates bone regrowth for his cracked rib, and released from the infirmary with strict instructions to go back if he finds either the rib or his head giving him any pain.

Andrew's been talking to Security while this is going on, and returns to hover around the infirmary entrance while Matt's being discharged.

(He feels like he should be feeling less afraid, after a night's sleep and a definite course of action. Somehow he's not.)

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Being given a (mostly) clean bill of health seems to have put some spring in Matt's step. His head is awhirl with strategy-- people he might try to send notes to, books to read, warding and protection spells to try. Of course, it'd be ideal if he had a little more information.

(And if he spent some time in the small hours of the night contemplating exes, well-- it doesn't have much to do with what's going on right now.)

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Choosing between gingerbread pancakes and an omelet does make for a pretty handy distraction.

(Trick question. He wants both! He didn't eat much yesterday.)

Once Matt has a cup of coffee in his hand, he feels a little better, but he's still not sure how to get back on the subject of the First. There's stuff he feels like he needs to know, but Andrew's distress from last night makes him hesitant to leap back into planning mode.

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He cuts another bite of waffle, scoots it across the plate to pick up syrup. Doesn't pick it up.

"That's what it was like, the whole time I was with the First. Believing things that weren't real. Lying to myself. And I was, I was good at that." A huff of bitter half-laughter underlies the last words.